sandra geisell
lebadon, ohio
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Fading

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see the chair see the floor
see the face with the hair
see the door see the pillow
with a hundred fethers
the weeping willow out
side the glass
with the mass of so
many girls around its trunk
probly talking about some
frightful new hunk
see the tear sliding down my face
see the girl in her room
getting high off a shroom
waiting watching the walls dance
with a thousand roses
knowing her fate but not wanting to wait
see her sitting on the floor dieing slowly
but surly waiting watching herself fading away
to eternaty each and every day
disapering for ever more.
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